- cifra
Keep your blood
Into your veins
Make your dreams
Take your brain
They never speak
They have no name
A look stiff
With eyes in flames
In the sunshine of the city they fly
Above the wind that blows them high
Dark Soul Angels in sky
Burning all the dreams everynight
A black wood
To hide the face
Take all the souls
In there way
From shadows raise
With anger and rage
You can´t deceive him
Can´t fade away
In the shoulders of the elite they hide
Moving slowly on the street with no life
Dark Soul Angels..
